#Chapter 43 – Top or Bottom

Unfortunately, despite our very ambitious drunken conversation regarding all the mysteries that we’re going to solve and the things we’ll accomplish, the Underworld has other plans. Because in the morning, when I wake, there’s an envelope waiting for me on the edge of the daybed. “Anton,” I whisper, rubbing my eye and sitting up, staring at it. To my surprise, he wakes immediately, which he’s never done before. I glance at him for a moment, curious about that. But he just wolfishly shakes himself awake and turns to look in the direction of my gaze, at the envelope. “Oh hell,” he mutters, running a hand through his messy hair. “Well, I don’t have hands, June,” he sighs. “This one is all you.” I lean forward and grab the envelope, quickly unsealing it and unfolding the letter inside. “If they knew where to put the letter,” I murmur. “Do you think that means they’re watching us?” “Maybe,” Anton murmurs. But both of us put the thought aside as we lean forward to read. The n